[Exeunt Franklin, Mosbie, and Greene.
Alice.—Michael, how shall I do to rid the rest away?
Michael.—Leave that to my charge, let me alone.
’Tis very late, Master Bradshaw,
And there are many false knaves abroad,
And you have many narrow lanes to pass.
Bradshaw. Faith, friend Michael, and thou sayest true.
Therefore I pray thee light’s forth and lend’s a link.
[Exeunt Bradshaw, Adam, and Michael.
Alice. Michael, bring them to the doors, but do not stay;
You know I do not love to be alone. 330
—Go, Susan, and bid thy brother come:
But wherefore should he come? Here is nought but fear;
Stay, Susan, stay, and help to counsel me.
Susan. Alas. I counsel! fear frights away my wits.
[Then they open the counting-house door, and look upon Arden.
Alice. See, Susan, where thy quondam master lies,
Sweet Arden, smeared in blood and filthy gore.
Susan. My brother, you, and I shall rue this deed.